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... ly eating at a fast-food restaurant came to a screeching halt, like a chick running headfirst into a glass door.
"Sorry, Yanyan," Shen Yuan said with an apologetic smile as their car cruised past the fried chicken place his son had chosen. "We can’t have your favourite fried chicken tonight. Grandpa Shen suddenly invited us to dinner."
"Eh?!" The little boy slumped instantly, his bright mood deflating like a popped balloon. No! His dream of tasting that golden, crispy fried chick ...
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